I wasn’t entirely sure why I was nervous. After all, the new..

I wasn’t entirely sure why I was nervous. After all, the new bull was an old acquaintance of my husband’s. He was also a former college athlete back in the day. But something about his presence always carried an air of confidence and charm that lingered long after he left a room.

Alex had invited the new bull over to catch up after some time apart. They had shared a bond that extended beyond the basketball court, and Alex had always spoken fondly of his buddies determination and charisma.

The doorbell rang, interrupting my thoughts. I smoothed my dress, feeling a spark of excitement as I walked to the door. When I opened it, the new bull stood there, taller and more magnetic than I remembered. His deep brown eyes sparkled as he smiled, his white T-shirt fitting snugly over his broad chest and muscular arms.

“Aria,” he said warmly, pulling her into a friendly hug. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” I replied, feeling the strength in his embrace. “Come on in. Alex is just finishing up some work.”

The new bull stepped inside, his presence filling the space effortlessly. We settled into the living room, where I offered him a drink. The conversation started light—But as the minutes passed, there was an unmistakable shift in the air. The bulls easy confidence and subtle compliments made me feel both seen and appreciated in a way that stirred something deep inside me.

When Alex joined them, he and Alex quickly fell into their usual rhythm, joking and laughing as if no time had passed. But Alex wasn’t oblivious. He noticed the way my cheeks flushed under the new bull’s gaze and how I seemed more animated than usual. Later, as we shared a bottle of wine, Alex leaned into my ear and whispered, “You’re glowing tonight. I love seeing you like this.”

My heart raced at his words.The evening stretched on, and the conversation grew more intimate. The new bull shared stories of his life on the road, his passions, and how he had embraced his role professional role. I found myself drawn to his openness and the way he carried himself with both strength and vulnerability. It was intoxicating.

Alex’s hand found mine, his touch reassuring as he leaned over and said, “Why don’t you show the bull the new room outfits we just purchased. I’ll grab another bottle of wine.”

I led the new bull upstairs, my pulse quickening as he followed close behind. When we reached the newly renovated space—an elegant guest room with soft lighting and modern touches—I turned to find the new bull watching her intently.

“This is beautiful,” he said, his voice low. “But I think the most stunning thing in this house is you.”

My breath caught as his words hung in the air. I wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly the he new bull was standing closer, his hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and when his lips met mine, it was as if time stood still.

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